cinderella: there is no happy ending

A/N Hi. This is an adaptation/epilogue of Cinderella. First paragraph is pretty rough, second is better though. Check out methetinycat 

It seemed to be the happiest day ever, Cinderella waiting eagerly behind the closed doors of the church. She was so lucky to be marrying the love of her life after only a couple of days within meeting him. Who knew that the love of her life was a prince? Someone who has spent his whole life in luxury and her, a mere scullery maid. I knew that there was something fishy going on. And as Cinderella's stepsister, I had a responsibility to say something. I barged into her dressing room just before the wedding while she was humming happily to the birds in her room. I tried to explain to her how ridiculous it was, her marrying a prince she had just met after years of being shaded from the real world. She was oblivious though, so into her fairytale of happily ever after and deluded by the stories that her father used to tell her as a child. We got into a huge fight, tears streaming down her pretty face as she yelled for me to get out, me indignant and knowing that I'm right. I walked away, disappointed and worried for her, knowing that nothing good could come out of this.

3 months later...

There is a constant frantic rapping on my door. I put down my spoon and go to open the door. I'm greeted with a sorry sight. My stepsister, Cinderella, in a torn white dress, bags under her dull eyes, smudged lipstick. I take in the sight, horror growing within me. I usher her in, wary of any paparazzis that might be lurking around. I guide her into the living room where she practically collapses onto the couch. I walk back into the kitchen to make her a hot chocolate with a shot of vodka, knowing that we'll probably need some to get through this talk. I sit down next to her, placing our mugs on the coffee table and propping her up on a cushion. It is then that she blurts everything out. The prince, how she thought he was the one, the pressure of being a royal, being constantly harassed, the royal family and the prince not defending her, him pulling her onto the bed and doing unspeakable things while she was intoxicated. Throughout her explanation, our faces had no emotion, me, probably due to shock and her the relief of finally telling someone. When she finished, we collapsed into a sobbing heap where emotions were spilled, sorries thrown around. I invited her to stay with me for as long as she liked and she threw her arms around me. As we hugged, another rap sounded at the door. Warily, I got up and opened the door. I saw a palace official who asked if I had seen Cinderella. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her trembling with the fear of going back there. I denied it but the guard pushed past me and grabbed Cinderella by the arm. I let out a gasp of alarm as Cinderella shrieked in terror as the guard drags her towards the door. I was too weak to fight the guard and could only watch sobbing as the guard took Cinderella away from my life just as quickly as she had re-entered. Curse her father for putting those romantic ideals in her head, Cinderella for believing them. In the end, it has only destroyed her.

THE END

A/N Hey thanks for reading!